In the day's first rays of light,
An alarm clock sounds
With obnoxious rhythm.
Shattering silence.
A bird chirps.
Its soprano song
Parts the crisp, morning air.
Joyful singing.
A breeze picks up,
Whistling peacefully
Through the treetops.
Skittering leaves.
By afternoon,
The cicadas wake &
Incessant buzzing
Echoes from every tree branch.
As twilight falls,
The crickets & the tree frogs
Sing their eerily-similar melodies,
Illuminating the night with sound.
A solemn owl hoots,
A raccoon chatters irritably,
And deer dance cautiously through
Starlit fields.
Tendrils of overgrown grass
Quiver in their wake.
In another world-
Perhaps on another planet-
A girl sits in a bedroom,
Door locked & music at
Full volume.
Pounding drums & shredding guitars
Fill her ears
& her heart.
Music is her life,
Her everyday melody.
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